or pulled off my face. No one ripped my belly. I was not taken to Istanbul for either harem or experimental hospital. No one nailed me on a cross saying, `Now let your Jesus save you.' No one made me servant or slave.
No one had me crawl like a dog or grovel for a piece of bread.
My soul did not wither or fold its wings choosing to drown in the Euphrates rather than bear another day.
But, oh, my sisters, now that ninety years have passed and no one has spoken for you I spit out words you swallowed unsaid.